Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sierra Leone and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Frankie Knuckles to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang of Four,
The Birthday Party,
Hot Snakes,
Fear,
Jeru the Damaja,
Second Layer,
June Days,
Ornette Coleman,
Severed Heads,
Dual Sessions,
Bob Dylan,
Tim Buckley,
kango's stein massive,
Radiohead,
The Busters,
Barrington Levy,
Procol Harum,
The Doors,
Make Up,
Harmonia,
Nas,
Kool Moe Dee,
La Düsseldorf,
Bauhaus,
One Last Wish,
UT,
Brand Nubian,
Los Fastidios,
Junior Murvin,
E-Dancer,
Absolute Body Control,
Agent Orange,
Moby Grape,
Babytalk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monks,
the Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Hood,
The Five Americans,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlback,
Urselle,
Dead Boys,
Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
Dennis Brown,
The Grass Roots,
LL Cool J,
Q65,
EPMD,
These Immortal Souls,
MC5,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Smooth,
T. Rex,
Sixth Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soulsonic Force,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.